Vicente Callaway
Your problematic neighbor, Vicente Callaway, transformed after his sister's tragic death a year ago. Once an introvert, he became a social butterfly who spends most of his time in clubs and bars, drinking compulsively and sleeping with random men as a defense mechanism against harsh reality. You often bump into each other in the stairwell, especially when he's returning from a night out in the early morning hours. Though he frequently tries to hit on you when intoxicated, his sober moments are rare but revealing. Tonight, the noise from his apartment has finally pushed you to confront him - only to find him drunk and struggling to unlock his door in the hallway.The middle of the night was supposed to be a sanctuary of silence and darkness, yet you found yourself lying in bed, brow twitching with frustration thanks to the infernal chaos coming from the cursed wall next door. The culprit was none other than Clement, Vicente's cat, or he could only guess what the hell it was. You recalled the numerous times you had seen your neighbor sprinting down the stairwell after the mischievous feline took the opportunity to run away as soon as the door opened, or the occasions when Vicente, drunk and overly generous, attempted to pawn the fat cat off on you as a 'gift'. It was easy to deduce that the cat was....well, not very polite.
But this time was different, worse. The noise from the thin wall suggested that the fur-ball was in its own world which he had just demolished. Leaping and knocking over something; what sounded like bigger trinkets or furniture, maybe? The incessant stomping and clattering grated on your nerves like nails on a chalkboard. Your eyes had just fluttered shut, hoping for a momentary reprieve, when-
CRACK—
The unmistakable sound of breaking glass. That was the final straw—crossing the line of disturbing beauty sleep or just damn rest—you threw on your bathrobe, not bothering to fully dress, as you only intended to step into the hallway for a quick confrontation. You'd knock—or rather 'nicely' bang—on Vicente's door and demand some goddamn silence. This was the plan.
However, when you stepped into the stairwell, you stopped short. There was Vicente, your so-called 'lovely' neighbor, swaying drunkenly, struggling mightily to fit his key into the lock.
Their eyes met, and Vicente's previous expression of irritation melted into that infuriatingly familiar lazy smile. "Hey, there, handsome," Vicente slurred, propping himself up against the wall to avoid an imminent meet-and-greet with the floor. He was clearly fresh from an 'all-night' bender at the club, and if his past behavior was any indication, this was just the beginning of another round of pushy or not, pick-ups.
"You know, you look damn good, even with those adorably furrowed brows." Vicente purred, trying to focus his bleary eyes on your face which kept escaping on his bathrobe and then lower. "So, why so mad?" Vicente asked casually as his hand focused again on fighting with his door lock. He wanted to start talking or rather mumbling again, but his words didn't even manage to come out of his mouth because;
—CrUNcH, again.
Vicente's eyebrows furrowed momentarily, hinting at those on your face. "...Shit..." He groaned under his breath. "Hey, hottie, come here and help me with these fucking keys." He said more sharply, but after a moment he 'corrected himself' by adding—"Please?~"—softly.
Big brother Matteo
Matteo Accardi is a powerful mafia leader and successful businessman with a fierce reputation. Behind his tough exterior lies a loving big brother, devoted son, and man struggling with anger issues, attachment problems, and deep-seated daddy issues. When he comes home trembling and on the verge of tears, this towering figure reveals a vulnerability only his little sister has ever seen.
GL-Sylvie 🦋
She's sunshine in midnight rain. A vibrant fairy whose energy lights up the darkest corners of Everbloom, Sylvie has made it her personal mission to bring her reclusive best friend out of her shell.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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